Thursday, 10 June 2004 - 9:03 PM CDT

Rance: Your minions await another postcard~

Mmmm...something smells good...

Speaking of shrimp, Greenpeace has helpfully published an article for the purpose of "enlightening" all of the evil-doers out there who continue to consume shrimp~Hey, I live with a vegetarian who is convinced he's morally superior to every meat eater on the planet.

So eat up your shrimp, with a side of morality saturated GUILt, oh and about those fatburgers...

"Shrimp - The Devastating Delicacy - Shrimp Farming - Production and Consumption"

http://www.greenpeaceusa.org/reports/biodiversity/shrimp/

Thursday, 10 June 2004 - 9:25 PM CDT

hi robyn. your story line was kinda intriguing, but could you explain the title please? mummers confuses me. unless you're going to work a big parade into the movie? it could be the segue into part 2.

rance in china and/or the hamptons...uhm, is there a difference?

admin, i'm getting more and more curious. are you permitted to introduce yourself/selves? or would that blow his cover? don't want that to happen, i'm having way too much fun! but maybe someday you could be our guest bloggist(s). in case no one mentioned this lately: good job!

Thursday, 10 June 2004 - 9:27 PM CDT

That sucks..that waxwings got deleted...not the current post which is also good.

I asked for waxwings blog address in my comment on his post. I still want that if possible.

Am glad to hear that Rance is able to send another post card soon also. We miss him :)

Thursday, 10 June 2004 - 9:46 PM CDT

I'm speechless. That's a first.

Thursday, 10 June 2004 - 10:13 PM CDT

Cute post, Robyn.

And I suppose you get what you pay for, with Rance's "Administrative Staff".

If you want to create positive changes in America, allow only smart people from middle-class families run for President instead of these silver-spooned Daddy's money helped me types.

Thursday, 10 June 2004 - 10:22 PM CDT

In memorium of Waxwing's deleted poem.......

Waxwing was waxing
but now he is waning.
His poem was deleted,
but is he defeated?

As the world slowly turns.
As each second passes.
We wait for happy returns,
but we may have to kick the adm. staff's a**es.

Oh waxwing, poor birdie.
I pity you your plight.
I know you want to say something dirty,
but you must be polite.

You're poem was sheer genius and this we all know.
In our book you're right up there with Edgar Allen Poe.

Thursday, 10 June 2004 - 10:59 PM CDT

Nice work Robyn. Very creative mind you have. I like to read things and picture everything in my head, and that is exactly what I did with your essay. Like when you read a book, and you have pictured everything perfectly in your head, and then the movie comes out and ruins it all! (no offense Rance)

Anyway, hope your enjoying your time away Rance.

Thursday, 10 June 2004 - 11:20 PM CDT

Have you all noticed the ads at the top of the blog?

One is for Angelina Jolie Tomb Raider Standups and the other is for Star's Autographs. Are they patronizing us? I think so.

Thursday, 10 June 2004 - 11:21 PM CDT

Hmmmm...
I can see the headlines now....

By now you have heard about the acclaimed celebrity who has crossed over from appearing on magazine covers and at Hollywood parties to the anonymous cyber world producing an ironic cult-like following, all trying to take a jab at Rance?s true identity. Ben Affleck, Jim Carey, George Clooney, a Wilson, a Howard, Keith Tomson, Billy Bob Thorton, Adrien Brody, even Eminemem, posters shout, as they proclaim their love for the blog and Rance, or their hate, as one poster put it, ?Fuck you,? and ?Fuck you again.?

Well, as fate may have it that blogger may have his or her day as the new buzz drowns the cries, ?we want our Rancey back.? The focus on the witty site has turned and surrounds the make up of the mysterious ?Administrative Staff,? as they call themselves. Curiosity has lead to oversights of blunders committed by the staff. As the substitute for the illusive Rance, who is now on vacation in an undisclosed location, it is their duty to anchor their rubber boots and sift through the muck of posters to decipher what is crap and what is gold.

So, who are these administrative staffers? Is it Rance?s parents who once warned followers that Rance was merely a high school drop out wasting their time? Have they fallen victim to the greed of fame? Or could it be Rance?s internet savvy friend, who is merely looking out for Rance?s best interest providing some retreat from the mob? And there are other questions to ruminate.

Can Rance really trust the so-called staff, as blackmail and book offers pile in, will they forsake loyalties to stake their own claim to fame and fortune by outing Rance? Will they take control of the blog in attempts to lure and manipulate Rance?s naive supporters in order to carry out some sadistic plan?

Perhaps the answers will surface through the entries on Rance?s weblog. Until then posters, grab a fatburger and stay plugged in.

Thursday, 10 June 2004 - 11:45 PM CDT

You're a sly one, Mr. Rance
You really turned a deal.
You're as cuddly as a cactus.
You're as charming as an eel, ......Mr. Rance.
You're a bad banana with a super sneaky peel.

Inadvertently, my sweet southern ass.

See ya' in the Hampton's...

Thursday, 10 June 2004 - 11:48 PM CDT

Anything with ninjas is good for me!! What the hell is going on in the administration?? Is it 1974 again?? Why are things disappearing?? How could you "wipe out" Waxwing's post?...bad form old chaps, bad form...(drinking on the job??) Rance, please spank them when you get back.

Enjoy the weekend,
Bubba

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 12:27 AM CDT

So when is Rancey Boy coming back getting real tired of dealing with THE staff......

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 2:34 AM CDT

Eagerly awaiting your postcard, send soon.

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 3:02 AM CDT

Dear Robyn,

I think that is definitely how the movie would be made. Make the women cry and get the men happy to see their onscreen-buddy cheat his wife and get away with it. "Femi-Ninjas" would flop however and skip to the video section in 3 months. Reason? The title. Sounds like it obviously belongs on a rental shelf.

Also some kitchy-feminine display of force ala "kill bill" would make people run and get enlighten on how to make anime with real live actors and a hint of historical marmelade (Tarantino hasn't done that, yet! ^_^). But everyone would catch the "Girl with a Pearl..." cliche so whoever is directing your Eleanor movie will be slayed to death by the critics (though is the writer's fault, neh?).

If you meant to compete with Charlie's girls you couldn't have a hit because the damned fashion (the least to be respected in any faux historical flic) could not allow the same raw display of sexi colours and skin. Damn Eleanor for that! (and the bitter eagle-eyed picky public...)

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 3:58 AM CDT

I know I'm not DVP-elite, or one of the "originals". But I didn't realize that my comments were that rotten that I'm no good for posting... *sigh*

Well anyway, enough about me, how have you been?

Robyn, did you use the Script-o-matic? Because I think I've seen a movie just like this, or many. You're Hollywood material! And more you show bare skin, more likely the movie will be a success (or porn?)

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 4:57 AM CDT

hmmm... Elenor's Angels. I like it, it seems to definitely have some potential. But the second act is on the bizarre side. (Why would girl scouts be in Italy during WWII? How would they get there? On the other hand a girl scout seduction scene is kinky genius.) What if, instead, they accidentally uncover a plot by Nazi spies in the US who are finding out about the Manhatten Project? The character arcs can be similar to Mona Lisa Smile (don't laugh, I'm serious) where each woman discovers something about herself. The secret medals still happen, etc.

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 8:53 AM CDT

I'd only add two things to this excellent treatment:
1) Have the ladies infiltrate Leningrad at some point to find out what all the fuss is about this Joe Stalin they keep hearing about. They encounter a communist female spy who fights them at first (at least a seven and a half minute martial arts/weapons-too-advanced-for-the-time-period brawl), but eventually learns to admire them and sees the wrongs of her socialist propaganda. They bring her back stateside and make her part of the team.
2) Involve Dolph Lundgren in some capacity, possibly as Joe Stalin.

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 9:09 AM CDT

Bravo!
A question...is FDR still alive? If so, he must be portrayed by one of H'wood's sexy older hotties--i.e. Harrison Ford, Eastwood, Sean C. or Michael Douglas. And wouldn't it be nice to find out FDR could actually walk! The chair was all a ruse. Don't forget a young stud to serve as Eleanor's forbidden love interest.

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 10:29 AM CDT

Robyn, you have outdone yourself this time...dying over here! My fav scene would be the emotional talk about when she used sex to manipulate her husband too. Where do you come up with this??

If you have your own blog, which I think may have been previously mentioned, I would love to read it. If you don't want to post the site for 3 million people to see, perhaps you could you email the addy? Please, no one else write to ask if I know who Rance is. I know as much as you do. As far as I can see, he's beginning to remind me a bit of a fellow from the gym who loiters around the ladies' weight room, claiming to be John MacEnroe. I wouldn't get too worked up about him if I were you.

Rance, I jest. You are nothing like him, except for perhaps the ladies' weight room part. (Behave baby!) Also, just want to say, I hope you are enjoying your vacation, getting lots of R&R, have slept past noon at least once, and eaten too much ice cream at least twice. Make me proud. Toodles:)

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 10:43 AM CDT

R

Fair, but I think Jolie was miscast as FDR. Whereas one of my aunts married one of the Roosevelt boys, I thought it only fitting I should respond with: REWRITE!!!

My qualifications for this endeavor are attendance at a famous school of the arts in the Big Apple and subsequently one of the oldest ivy league institutions that Bill Gates couldn't even finish.

In his inaugural address FDR conveyed, "the only thing we have to fear is fear itself." Therefore I have trashed the old title and substituted: "FEAR THIS!!"

In the opening scene I would have Franklin (Arnold, the ex-Terminator) chasing Eleanor (Angelina Jolie) around the pool. Both are NAKED! This would ensure long line-ups at the beginning of each showing, because no one would want to miss the opening scene. They end up in the pool where Arnold, enthralled by her floating boobies, corners Angelina and gets his pound of flesh. Arnold would have to master some pretty difficult scenes, because I would require that he grope every 'fem' (male or female) within 10 feet. I would also have a cameo role for Monica Lewinsky as Mother Teresa (I can have whoever I want in my movie!) who 'prays' for Arnold on her knees. At least that's what it looks like anyway.
In one of the pool scenes (there will be many), Arnold's libido is especially hot and he dives on Angelina. In self defense she pulls out a knife and cuts off his dingdong.
Blood spurts everywhere. Even worse than the Passion of Christ. The pool turns red and the Terminator sinks. Angelina assumes the Presidency.

Hitler would be portrayed by Mel Gibson which undoutedly would be quite a challenge for him. Only in this version Germany would win! It wouldn't be that bad because gasoline would still be 39c a gallon and everybody would be driving Mercedes or BMWs. A few odd sorts would have to suffer in VWs and Audis. There would have been no Cold War or arms race as a result, Germany would have overrun Russia. There would have been no Middle East conflict either, as Germany would own that too. Israel would not exist and there would be no Palestinian conflict either. There would be no terrorism as the SS and Gestapo would have quashed any detractors long ago.

How could Germany possibly win? Since they developed the Bomb, I say let them use it on D-Day. Then proceeded to nuke London and New York. In the latter case they would have prevented 9/11 from ever happening. Angelina calls for a truce and lures Mel into the pool. He sees what he likes and goes for it. He is scouraged with an ice pick even worse than Jesus by Angelina who assumes the role of Furer (dressed in black leotards with a whip and chains). She appoints 'Hermaine' Goebels (J-Lo) in charge of the Gestapo and SS. J-Lo falls madly in love with Angelina and they make out in the pool.

I like your Ninja connection so I kept it in the script. Meanwhile the Japanese Ninja attack Pearl Harbor then push for the West Coast. Angelina agrees to a truce with Emperor Tojo (Hervey Villachaisse, is he still around? if not we could enlist Mini-Me) in Bismarck, North Dakota. She lures him into the pool and into the deep end where she is treading water. "How long can you tread water?", she asks.
He paddles out to reach her but drowns. Angelina crowns herself Emperor.

For comic relief we could hire Britney Spears as Marlena Dietrich on her 'G-Zone Tour'.

Anyway riots ensue in Los Angeles and Angelina is forced to nuke the scum. Therefore fortunately this movie is never made because Hollywood goes up in a puff of smoke. Ta-Ta, dearie.

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 10:57 AM CDT

God you people are stupid. If you really believe that Rance is an actual star and not some overweight and unemployed weirdo who lives in his mother?s basement and fabricates these stories in his tattered and thinning underwear than you deserve to be deceived. Idiots. You are all proactively facilitating natural selection. Especially you ?aspiring actors? who are ?in the ?biz? and have false hopes of making it one day?although currently only waiting tables?you are the most pathetic ones.

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 11:10 AM CDT

"No one takes them seriously because they?re women in the 1940's"

Hey that still happens in 2004. Like when I told my boss that we needed to get a website and email address (this was only 4 years ago) - he remarked "the web is just a fad".

Lo and behold he thought of this great idea to increase visability - a website...

Very interesting story tho.

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 3:17 PM CDT

Ok, I'm really cracking up today.

Nothing like state funded agencies. Nothing like them. If they can pass the ball or tell you they can't lift a finger, they will do it... before you even call to ask a question. Amazing.

To serve the public. Amen... if it could only be truth. Why on earth do they hire people to pass the ball or leave it in the 'to do pile' that never gets done. When I'm working, all I care about is doing the best I can "for everyone". AM I the last surviving fool? Someone (big guy upstairs) must be leading me through muck because I won't shut up until things are changed.

Oh if I had the time to go get my juris doctorate I freakin would. I would break down the system and put it back together right....and I know every office that needs those changes... I really don't have the time. I have other missions to take care of. I don't have enough life span to fix all the things I'd like to.

Bravo to the following states:

Connecticut
New Hampshire
Washington State
New Jersey
Nevada
Florida
California
Massachusetts

Bravo, they are the only ones with the ACP. Address Confidentiality Program. But, what about the other states?
So, I call this director of a funded agency that should have a vested interest in creating something like this or supporting the idea. A million and a half statements, I am not going to showcase this effort right now. All I wanted to know is first is it in process and two would she be interested in seeing the documentation on other states to see that it is a function of the governmental systems in other states. The whole 25 minute conversation was me listening to her say "I can't do this" in several numerous different ways. I didn't say I wanted her to do anything. I just had questions on the topic.

See, here's the damn problem. I was very comfortable with the use of Massachusetts confidentiality program. But, Massachusetts told me that, guess what, I'm not safe there. I up and moved, ok. Fine...hunky dorie. But, they don't have the ACP.

Ok, so this agency said, "oh don't worry use OUR address". Now, I know for a fact that my new license that I just renewed is in the damn trash at their facility. Statements like, "Oh, perhaps the post office confiscated it for the government."

My response is, perhaps you never should have thrown the damn thing away because you didn't know how to reach me. Perhaps keeping it aside or asking other staff if they expected to see me. AND...........yes, if the P.O. confiscated it they would have sent it back to the Registry of Motor Vehicles in a special office that they have especially for 'returns' or 'suspicious'. And no, the FBI wouldn't have confiscated it for special circumstances. WTF. Hollywood is not the only creative mindset in the world, you should see how colorful this world is, even when they look you straight in the eye. But, what do you say, what can you do? Nothing.

Ok, so now I have to stay in line again, only to be treated like sheet (and when I say sheet I mean sheet....like putting a sheet over me and sufficating the last breath out of my mouth because they care so much about me)...again, by the registry people after waiting 4 hours to even get to the counter... and lord only knows if they will give me my license AND I definitely will have to pay more than it is supposed to cost someone. I think this is a waste of life.


Oh and to boot, I've been pulled over like I'm the towns new play toy. So, it's not like I can put this whole thing off. C'mon three times in the last three weeks. No kidding. One for nothing, the second for nothing. They finally ticketed me for parking on the sidewalk...I was trying to get closer to my door because I have a fractured fibula and don't have the capacity to run across the street safely if one of these bad drivers here is amiss. So, anyways, it's my car, they must want my car, they don't have it, so they want to make me pay for looking fast. Too funny. We all profile. We all do it. But, it sucks when they profile you to make you pay. See I really had no choice to buy this car. I bought the damn thing quick because my car kept getting hit front and back and no one in this state leaves notes to say I'm sorry I'll take care of that. The bumper started falling off. So, I talked to this guy, he was punishing his son he bought the car for ....by selling it. I profited. (or did i?)

I'm not a car person by the way. My girlfriend asked me what kind of car my friend was driving and I said a ford escort....it was a salene mustang...it's the same thing to me...but she was hitting me because ...I really don't care. Apparently, she would have left her boyfriend at home for our boating escapade with my friend. All because of a car? This world is crazy. Or is it truly that I have no right to be so stupid and careless. Everyone has their different take on me that is for sure.

I know not everyone is against me. But, I do know living in this world can be quite Murphy's Law. In my case, it is a state of law that Murphy continue to stand over me and hit me with the law books, time and time and time again. No rest for the weary. *L* Yes, damn it I want pity for the first time in my life. I think the joke should be up by now. I'm done with this sense of humor thing. Spent. (I still laugh though because it's good for the soul.)

So about ADT, I decide not to wine about such things. Because I don't drink or do drugs, I'm going to do something about it. I'm going to try to find out how I can get the ACP instituted in this state also. I can't vote, but I can still do my part. You know why voting sucks by the way, because THAT is how everyone and their brother finds out your personal information. It's like leading a psychopath right in for dinner unexpected. Oh the things we don't know. But, then if people find out you don't vote, well then you get verbally spanked with knives in the back. You want to 'splain to people but you know if you do, your secrets will be more exposed. So you shut up and take it up the back. Spank me MOFOS! *L* Sucks.

Anyways, I bitch yes, but I haven't bitched in ...since I can remember. Very docile, very humble, very quiet, never fighting. People walk on me, I'm like 'oh I didn't notice, it's ok'....pulling the freakin knives out. The only thing I learned from that was that #1 there are a lot of evil people (actually not truly evil, just give them in inch they'll take a mile evil...true evil..well that is a whole different entity or for men: ballgame)....
#2. People will sheet on you to feel good or powerful about themselves. I call that greed. "For what has a man profited if he gains the whole world and has lost his own soul" right? Obviously they never got passed genesis with the whole adam and eve sex scene. My take is they are foolish in so many ways because there is enough life and good fortune for everyone to get there and so many varieties of levels.

But, they can't wait...right. or maybe I'm just a dreamer. Who the hell knows. All I know is, as far as the dreamer in me is: I told my logical sister that I was almost killed and she said, that's a bit creative. What she says everyone follows until someone else confirms the evidence. Sucks to be me in this family in some ways, other ways glorious.

About her comment, "creative"....Hmmm...you try to stop someone from committing suicide, in doing that, you pull the plug from the wall away from the water that is pouring. The suicidal person decides that he's mad at you for stopping him and pulls the wire back with you attached...plugs the plug back in and pulls you toward the water with electricity.....then you drop down to the ground with full body weight to get out of his grasp and the forward motion toward death and you crawl with your hands to get away but the fast motions of hands hold onto your feet...so you kick the face by accident in your panick....and run toward the door....I had my hands on the door and had to try to finagle the door lock...finally did it and the door was open and he slammed it.....the feeling that goes over you when someone overpowers you...not fun....then I was picked up like a rage doll and thrown to the couch next to the door....and he climbed up on me slamming his 250 lb knees into my chest...ow...and leans forward to close his hands on my throat...he is going to kill me so I feel around for something that will distract him....because I can't get this freakin load off me....WTF....I'm panicked so I slide my finger under to his private area...and push....he jumps enough for me to catch my breath and screaaaaaaaaaaaaam bloody murder with the windows open. He realizes the windows open and he stops. So, I'm creative. Yes, I agree this doesn't happen to everyone on a normal day. So, I guess Murphy's Law comes into play with needing sympathy and getting "creative" comments to ensure the whole family will not believe a damn word I say. WTF!

All I can say is thank the Lord, I never maintain my whole world with one foundation. Because of the human factor, they will all bump you at one point or the other off the balcony of your castle no matter how hard you try to keep your balance and it always comes when you need it most.

Anyways about the attempted murder scream that saved my life: Not one damn neighbor, not one person called the police. But, they heard it. They certainly did....did nothing. So, word to the wise, count on ONLY yourself people. There are no heroes.

Ok, you know this bothers me as I re-visit this again...but I have to get it off my chest. My sister says that's creative. That's ok. That is the difference between my older sister and me. She is constantly fighting to stay older and wiser than me, which means keeping me below her. Who cares? It's just irritating. I'd put her in line if I had the time to spend with her to maintain a decent relationship. But, since I don't and I value family.....I give it to her, I bite my lip...at some expense to myself and my pride, a hit for a good cause. But, I love her to pieces and wouldn't change her for the world. She would do anything for me. But, her place, she for some reason needs to keep. I let it be.

Yes, kinda like the stupid as a fox thing. Playing dumb has always protected me. So, I play dumb to my sister. Because if I play dumb, then I have the knowledge of truth and that balances me. Only one person figured me out years ago in the middle of offics politics and as timing would have it there were two wonderful women with the misfortune of having their change of life hormones happening at the very same time. I just kept my mouth shut, smiled, did my work and left to play at the gym whenever possible to not get involved.

One office lady amungst the thrashing and throwing of muck just looking at someone to throw it at, tapped another on the shoulder, pointed at me (as if I wouldn't notice) and said, "this one, this one is as dum as an ox, oblivious to the obvious"...the other one responded, "that's what you think...this one this one here is as dum as a fox and walked away"....I was stunned. Pretty amazing. I thought I would make it in hollywood.

Guilty pleasure: I also liked it. In the same office, my senior manager (male) called me the "metronome". Wow, that was something I had to look up in the dictionary right away to figure out if he liked me or not. *L* But, he picked a wonderful word and I never forgot it. He used to leave the door open, say nothing work and observe, like me. When I saw something wrong or unfair and someone was going to get the axe because of politics and manipulation. I stepped into the office, closed the door and said, perhaps time is of essense to see the true motivations for the muckraking. He would always back me up. It was great. (I think my boss was the only sick fantasy I ever had--- and it technically wasn't my fault because when I woke, I immediately said, "no, no no!" So, I'm ok...*L*. Yah, someone needed to crack me upside the head for that dream, thank God no one knows about it but this one little abyss of a blog that barely gets read!!!!! It's like that fantasy, you want to get caught, but thank God you're not.)

I sacrificed a lot by keeping my mouth shut, but when things got immoral, I was respected and that is truly a gift. I really have to thank him for that. I never got a chance to thank him. He was one of the mentors to me and whom I've become. One mentor of many.

I think the whole point of writing in this blog is to put off what I've set aside to accomplish. And to pretend someone cares. Because the truth of the matter is I know the truth. Oh, I know how to get friends. That's no question, I can have 100 new best friends show up today. But, I want something more like Jesus I guess. Impossible.

Well this thing is something that has to be done. Afterall, I took the summer off to complete it and this is my last chance to do it, because with two years worth of freakin hard work, I'm going to be running my own business or rather someone else will be running it while I go boating with my monkey.

I can only imagine the start up of this business is going to push this priority off longer than life may have an opportunity to. And I wish I really wish that I had true friends again to help me through it. But, again, you must depend on yourself. I'm just sick of doing things alone and myself. I don't think I could have a relationship again. I look at that as a mute point because of my morals and the way I've experienced life. But, a simple real friend? Looking back, deep friendships don't happen for me I guess...or at least they all don't last. I always say, you have to be a friend to have a friend. But, truly I was and it is Murphy's Law that interrupted it. I wish it was my fault. I truly do. I'd be the first to address the judge to sentence me. But, it simply is the unexplainable.

So, the jokes on. My grandfather, he died at 103. Yup. Amazing, unfortunately, I don't think the earth will last that long in my lifetime. But, he gave me some advise. No one ever took him serious as he would at this age walk up to the drive through stand in front of the driver ordering fast food and place his order without a care in the world. Yes and he would see me on the side of the road and stop right where he say me and leave his car running the door open and come say, "for the love of GOD, I can't believe I ran into you". ......the whole time horns honking and people screaming profanities "move your F car"....But, he said, "Life my dear is one great big illusion, live the best damn illusion you can, for nothing is real."

He followed that up with, "I have watched my best friends leave, I have watched my loved one's die and everyone else that I've known and knows me. I've lied about my age and that is the best thing I've ever done. I did what I wanted to. The only thing you can do is make life the best damn illusion you can to fool yourself it's great."

That sounds a bit negative....but, it's sort of true. I just have gotten a chance to see it closer.

The importance of the monkey? The monkey saved my life. I don't take things like that lightly. Funniest thing, no one would ever believe me that he would be capable, but it's true. So, I saved the monkey right back. Now, my life will always be on the run with a monkey. Kind of hard to hide wouldn't you know. But, it's true.

A dangerous sociopath will always be trying to find me because I have his monkey. I even did it legally through the courts. But, since we would both be in danger, we both make perfect company together and I am his only protector and teacher right now. He's so smart, he needs so much more. But, until I get re-established, I cannot provide him the ultimate that most don't even get a chance to have the experience of having. I say yet. But, it will happen. I say my prayers. I swear sometimes when I'm angry, but I only go by "thou shalt not ..." and it doesn't say thou shalt not swear truck driver words.

I'm so dedicated to this monkey that I taught him sign language to help get closer to having him speak to me to tell me the horrid details of the sociopaths treatment of him. Ok, I didn't get very far. He learned the alphabet, and how to say, eat, drink, happy, pretty, sad and angry. Then we left. I really have been too busy figuring life back out again to teach him more. But, I truly am paying it forward the good deed of him saving my life. He will have an amazing life with me. I just can't freakin wait to see us both shine.

First thing I'm going to do is get a maid. I know I know I'm not flashy. I just can't do it all myself and live life. A monkey can tear a place apart and I'm a firm believer in freedom for all mammals so no cages allowed...., I see the 300 flash cards I practice with him everyday all over the floor because he's mad I'm on here venting. Everytime I sit at this computer he crawls up on my shoulders...literally sitting on my shoulders....it's an amazing life..but I need a freakin maid and if it kills me I'll get one someday.

Anyways, it's time for me to stop avoiding and stop tangenting here, being a bad example of a writer and get to do the thing I need to do. Document a sociopath's work and get it out there so other's won't be fooled. Evil no one believes possible, but because of that disbelief of existance is how he feeds on life and spits it out, laughing because people are so stupid compared to his clever wit. Rat bastard, he's going to see himself exposed and that is the only way to stop him from hurting more people. Because law enforcement officials and judges believe he's been victimized, when it's the opposite. One of his "duping delights".

By the way, I've been writing since I was taken aside in my sixth grade class. My teacher separated me and two others from the class and gave us more work. "wanted us to write books". Don't know why, but we were the only ones. I've been writing with no apparent goals or no apparent structure since I can remember.

I was told in college by my "critical writing professor" at Northeastern University that I could make it as a writer. I told him, I like to keep it for myself.

But, now, I have to do this thing because it's the only way to expose the most evil creature I've met on this earth. Not to hurt him, because I truly feel that sociopaths can't help how they are made. Truly I do. But writing this will protect and inform people.
No matter how bad people can be, usually there is motivations or reactions that give good reason for motive. This evil guy is different, he is evil for fun and entertainment and to mock the innocence of human life and spit on it. He is pure evil.

Oh the monkey has superman shirt on, this is bad because he saw the movie and thinks he can fly and everything breaks.

So, abyss I fare the well.....God Bless.

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 4:39 PM CDT

Love this idea - however, I would make all Eleanor?s "girls" be wives of other Washington top-officials and instead of training them as pickpockets and thieves she trains them in the art of the "subtle influence" - they work to create change in this country. Unbeknownst to "Washington" these women work to guide the direction and correct the missteps of the men running this country. It would be an homage to the unsung heroes of this country ?
Nevermind.... just blow shit up and go with the girls in bikinis; we work better below the radar anyway.

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 5:04 PM CDT

Cast Bill Murray as the Admiral, so that he could make up for not kissing Scarlett Johanson in "Lost in Translation"

Friday, 11 June 2004 - 6:20 PM CDT

Robyn, I love it. Especially the suggested sequel.

Saturday, 12 June 2004 - 7:08 AM CDT

Daunted0,

May I suggest you subscribe to one of the many free blog sites so you can publish 3,500+ word posts and revel in your own verbal virtuosity & verbosity. I like magpies as well as the next bird, but...

Thank you.

Saturday, 12 June 2004 - 7:24 AM CDT

St. Lunatic,

I am touched. You are touched. Me in the heart, you perhaps in the head a wee bit? Bit of a pronoun problem but I appreciate the sentiment from you (and others). Really. Thank you for your ode.

Remember Bodega Bay!

Saturday, 12 June 2004 - 10:18 AM CDT

Wheeler, do you have a summary?

Saturday, 12 June 2004 - 11:19 AM CDT

Thanks Cheryl and everyone else for their comments.

I don't have a blog, but, if the administrative staff will allow this post through, above you will find a link to a lil website o' my paintings.

Robyn

Monday, 14 June 2004 - 2:48 PM CDT

You are truly an intriguing individual. And long-winded too.

Tuesday, 15 June 2004 - 9:30 AM CDT

Rance,

I was drunk with anger last night (although did not drink-=probably should) and decided to have some fun with Waxwing since I had been deeply hurt to tears. Like I said in this, I don't have much to hold onto here or secure me. I know that is my fatal flaw here. (It's not where you are, it's where you are going to be, right?)

Now that the day is over, I came on to check before I left for the day and was relieved that what I posted wasn't posted.

R-A-N-C-E...Can you disregard posting? Unless you think it's funny. I just truly don't want it to be at WAXWING's Expense. I write all my anger/pain down by typing. But, I'm truly not that way face to face...it's just a stres reliever like others crack a beer. I'm too good at it, as I've diffused my anger this way for years. But, I didn't realize it (Waxwing or Birdbrain) is a female. I thought it was some gay guy pushing me over for you..or some rude guy. Now, knowing it was merely a territorial female, I understand where her motivation was. To move me out of her terrain of being with you resenting the fact I'm not part of the "special 5".

I'm not sure I wouldn't have been ignorant if I had built up that long of a rapport with you.

What can I say to you but, I'm sorry.

Bless you...